Chapter 18

The house was empty. No music. No television. No sound at all. Maybe Josh was next door. He liked to visit their ninety-year-old neighbor, Mrs. Chin. She had a thousand stories of what life had been like during World War II. For a history buff like Josh, the woman was pure gold.

Thankful for the temporary reprieve, Adam relaxed and felt his stomach rumble. He’d avoided food all day, but after the ginger tea, he felt he could risk it. Trying to think of something simple and bland, he opened the fridge.

Centered on the top shelf was a take-out bag from Farrelli’s with a yellow sticky note attached. It read, “Trust me to provide for you.” Adam couldn’t help but smile. Once again, Josh had been looking out for him.